Love this – Farmer Fortissimo #Lincs
Life On The Edge (of the Fens)
Then one day Farmer Fortissimo came to visit. Larger than life and at least four times louder, and smelling quite strongly of cows. Every stitch on his tight shirt straining (who was I to talk?) and every button bursting (ditto) as he tried very, very hard to find out what our Dream Home had cost us. In theory, he was there to see if we would let him graze our cows in his paddock. In practice, he was clearly to desperate to find out how much we had paid for the place. Understandably suspicious of Londoners and our motives, he was also out to dig and rile while quaffing as many beers as I ill-advisedly provided, desperate as I was to get it right and not seem stand-offish. I resolutely refused to walk into any of his traps (Round One to me), and as we sat in the then-kitchen and…
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